Page 26 of Sweet Boys Love Christmas
She rocks against my hand, making the sweetest little noises beneath my palm.
Pressing my lips against the crook of her neck, I suck at her delicate skin. “Your pussy is squeezing the life out of my fingers.” I pull my hand from her mouth and slip it down the front of her t-shirt. “So fucking needy for me, aren’t you, baby?”
“Yes. Please. More.”
“More what?” I tease.
She turns her head, peering at me over her shoulder as best as she can. Her eyes are hazy with lust, and I fucking love that I’m the one who put that look there.
“I want you.”
I brush my nose against her cheek. “You’ve got me.”
She has no idea the hold she has on me. I’ve been gone for this girl since freshman year. True, I didn’t pine after her like a lovesick puppy, but I never forgot her.
“Please, fuck me,” she begs, reaching back to rub her hand over my hard cock where it strains against my pants.
“I told you I wouldn’t.”
She whimpers like she’s in pain. “Luke.”
“Trust me, I want to.” I press my thumb against her clit, and she cries out, making me consider covering her mouth again. “But I’m selfish, and I want you to be mine before I do.”
It’s not like I haven’t had sex for the sake of enjoyment, but Bertie is different. Ilikeher. I don’t want to get hurt because I feel more for her than she does me.
“I want you,” she confesses on a breath. “Even though I shouldn’t.”
She shouldn’t?Whatever that means. I don’t think she’s talking about the difference in our social status. Bertie mightbe from one of the wealthiest families in the US, but she’s also humble and down-to-earth.
Rather than respond, I continue teasing her with my hand, pressing kisses to her neck, and nipping at the sensitive skin there. The room fills with her panting breaths, making it clear that she’s close.
At her first cry, I cover her mouth again. I desperately want to hear her, but my mom is a light sleeper, and even though she’s made it obvious she wants Bertie and me involved, I don’t exactly think she needs to be privy to what we’re up to in here.
The roll of her hips slows as she comes down from the high, and as her cries quiet, I let my hand drift away from her mouth. Her breaths are heavy, her body limp, spent.
I pull my fingers from her and rub the wetness around her swollen clit.
She’s still twitching at the sensation when she rolls over to face me with a smile. “Your turn.”
I shake my head, and as her face falls in response, my heart clenches. Damn, I hate that my rejection has hurt her. “No.” I tuck a piece of blond hair behind her ear. “If you touch me right now, I won’t be able to stop until I’m inside you.”
She grins, touching my cheek with a gentle finger. “I wouldn’t mind.”
I know she wouldn’t. And fuck if it doesn’t take all my self-control to hold back.
“I’ll be okay,” I tell her. “Try to go to sleep.”
She looks like she’s going to protest, but before she can, she’s hit with a surprise yawn. “Fine. But just know, I give an A-plus blow job.”
“I know you do.”
She gives me a sleepy, satisfied smile. “Aw, you remember.”
I chuckle, making her body shake with mine. “Of course I remember.” I think about that night far more than I’d like to admit. If she knew how much, she’d probably bolt.
“Go to sleep.” I wrap my arm around her.
With a hum, she settles her head on my chest, her fingers splayed against my stomach.
